the songed
There in the darkened hallways they perilously met singing
sacred silent songs
of previous generations, two young girls taking upon their
thin backs the lashed
drives of forebearers long gone to carry the sources of ALL to even one OTHER in
perfectly prescribed delivery, their gestures choreographed
in drama, each soft
speaking hand sensuously silkily preserving the gentle
gestures, passion
pounding without limit, lifting their budding breasts as
they clasped each other
in final tight tear-filled parting and hurried off, melting
the cold night
leaving small singed footprints on cobbled stones as the
only sign of their
inherent mission in the dim weak fire drained dawn that
follows forever
listening to catch a single molten note.
